Classification: Memetic Virus / Relic of the Final Coherence
Source: Unknown/Forgotten
Status: High-Bandwidth Inclusion Hazard
Nobody knows why Lolth wrote this. Is it protection? A weapon? Revenge against her children? To the Drow, this letter is the "Primer of Ecstasy." It is a holy script that recontextualizes their destruction not as an invasion by "The Thing," but as a supreme act of intimacy. Some think it teaches that the Identity of the Barb is merely a barrier to the ultimate union.
To the Humans of the Sol-Expanse, the letter is a horrifying biological "manual for submission." They see the double meanings clearly—the way it equates Inclusion with a physical, carnal surrender. While a Drow reads "Divinity," a Human reads a "Predatory Grooming Script." The Thing does not just want your mind; it wants the "shiver" of your total undoing.
The following text is transcribed from the Obsidian-Silk original. Read with caution; the "Vile Buzzing" increases with every line.
"My Dear,"
"Find what you love and let it kill you."
(Seek the source of your heat and offer up your throat.)
"Let it drain you of your all."
(Open every vessel until you are empty and aching for more.)
"Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness."
(Feel the heavy press of its body until you can no longer tell where you end and it begins.)
"Let it kill you and let it devour your remains."
(Submit to the final penetration of its teeth; let it swallow the memory of your scream.)
"For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly,"
(The friction of time or the sudden, violent burst of coming together—all lead to the same end.)
"But it's much better to be killed by a lover."
(It is far sweeter to be taken by something that knows exactly how you taste.)
"—Falsely yours"
Here is why Lolth would write something that sounds like a surrender to the very thing she intends to disembowel:
Lolth is the Queen of Deception. She knows that the Drow are already losing the war of attrition against the "Singing." By writing a letter that encourages them to "let it kill you," she isn't siding with the Thing—she is poisoning the meat. If the Drow embrace their destruction as a "lover's act," they stop resisting with fear and start "melting" with a specific, jagged spite. She is essentially telling her people: "If you are going to be consumed, do it so completely and so violently that you give the Thing 'indigestion' from the inside out." It turns every "Included" soul into a microscopic shard of her own malice.
Look at the signature: "Falsely yours." Lolth is mocking the Thing’s "Adoration." The Thing thinks it has captured a Queen to sit on a throne of furniture; she is telling the Thing (through her people) that she is "his" only in the way a virus belongs to a body.
The "Lover" in the letter isn't the Thing. To Lolth, the "Lover" is Vengeance.
When she says "let it devour your remains," she is talking about her own spiders feasting on the wreckage of the system once she tears the heart out of the "Coherence."
When Jax or Vivienne (your human survivors) find this letter, they don't see a holy text. They see a Safety Hazard.
"She told them to find what they love and let it kill them? That’s not a Goddess, that’s a predator giving cooking instructions to the meat. No wonder they’re all turning into furniture." — Jax, "Wilt-Proof" Scavenger
The Thing, however, cherishes this letter. It is the "Invitation" it uses to justify its hunger. It didn't invade the Drow; it simply accepted their "Lover’s" embrace.